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Its clear here at the moment.

Oh well time to make the donuts

 

yeah , and Im sitting in the house, , I should be outside but its almost my bed time.. of sort..

 

I am going on a date with a male stripper this weekend.

 

Is he part of Thunder from down under?

 

I have no idea

I'm probably going to back out.... but maybe not.

 

Are you sure he dosnt work for a painter. He strips the paint and his partner repaints.

 

Happy June!
It is a hot day here today, and I am suffering with the temperature...already....

 

I think i will go over to the new threads to see what new one post wonders are asking about in the sex forums....my gues is something about penis size.

 

Two things I am dreading this month.
Dentist and gynaecologist :-/

 

Two things to look forward to, dental and reproductive health.
Hope that helps with the mental part dread.

 

Perils of sunbathing on the beach.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7y3jGa_OM3Y

 

True, true.
That does help, I am actually dreading it, but also looking forward to getting it done already.

 

...i can't help but cringe at the amount of javascript on some pages that serve no useful purpose, ie .. advertisement ... what a waste of time and talent !

 

For god's--and your own--sake, don't go into the sex forums. All I did was read two posts in there, and now I have an STD. I didn't know it worked that way, but apparently it does! So, if you're female, don't let curiosity kill your . . . cat, so to speak. If you're male, don't let curiosity kill your . . . dog, so to speak.

 

I'd like to tell you that your dread of the dentist is unfounded, but unless you're into having needles stuck down into your gums and the roof of your mouth (believe it or not, that's done to make the experience just barely bearable!!), I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Your dread is well-founded. Try looking at it like this: There are people being tortured for days on end. Your torture will last . . . what . . . an hour at the longest? And then it's over, except for the emotional scars. But those don't last too long; surely they'll be pretty much gone by the time you have to go to your next appointment. And make no mistake, there will be another appointment, or "incident" as I have come to know them.

As for the gynaecologist, I understand completely. But don't despair, there's light at the end of your tunnel (no pun intended) if you're willing to consider changing your gender. I did, and that certainly put a stop to all this gynaecological nonsense, though I do miss women. However, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I had to be brave, and you can, too.

Also, you should consider that I am just kidding. First and foremost on the Dentist's mind is to ensure that you do not experience any pain. As for the gynaecologist, I shudder to think about what's first and foremost on his mind, as I have only myself as the standard by which to judge others.

 

It's not a coincidence most of them seem to be male :bobby: :mickey:

 

True. I was fifteen when I first learned what a gynecologist was, and was determined to do whatever was necessary to become one. But alas, my desire for alcohol proved to be the stronger desire.

Then there was plan B that my brother and I came up with. After watching a National Geographic program in which some native African women were shown walking around topless, we planned to do whatever it took to get enough money to buy an airplane so that we could fly to Africa and kidnap a couple of the younger girls (just two; we weren't greedy) and then fly them to a deserted island. We would drop them off and then visit them periodically to provide them with food and maybe do repairs on the huts they would build for themselves. But the bottom fell out (no pun intended) of that plan, too, because my desire for alcohol proved to be the stronger desire.

My brother didn't share my desire for alcohol. God I miss him. He died when he was forced to make an emergency landing in his single-engine plane somewhere in the African bush (no pun intended), and was killed by lions on his way to a nearby village. I wasn't surprised. Even in his car, he was notorious for always driving on empty.

All things considered, I believe that alcohol saved my life.

 

PCP saved my life

 

Yeah, I know I'm going to get a crap load of down thumbs for this but...

Just in case you all haven't heard this in a little while and you are thinking of how much you would like to hear it, I'm making it easy for you by putting it at your fingertips:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ImZTwYwCug"]Sir Mix-A-Lot - I like big butts ( Official Music Video ) - YouTube

 

Thank you, expanse....! This song is on my mind night and day. What would I do without hearing it here?